11-29-2006, 04:45 PM
The commanders of both titantic groups were engaged in a primitive means of battle. Not an ounce of high-class martial arts skills were conjured during this skirmish, but only the unyielding grasp for survival. Their battle had seemingly shifted in terms of dominance over the day, but with the transformer attaining an unambigous advantage over his nemesis. His power level had indefinitely reserved the title of impressive, but defeat was regarded as no longer an option for King Vejita. The saiya-jins garments were tattered with only the miniature threads barely attaching themselves to his muscular form. Splotches of blood resided upon his inadequate armor that seemed to have sustained its state even through the scuffles it had endured with so such resiliance.
Unfortunately, the saiya-jin warrior was salivating for the blood of this transformer to blemish his defective armor. At this point, he would consider his blood a crown of his butchery and would embrace the unofficial title with admiration. His own blood, however, was all that could be acquired with the thick crimson ooze trickling at a sluggish pace from his lips. In a display of absolute revulsion, his tongue glided delicately to consume it with his lips curling in a delight that was unable to be comprehended by Zarbon.
Both warriors were fatigue with the degree of intensity injected into this battle. All of their endeavors in Dante's Abyss: Conquest were being situated upon this solitary confrontation with the accumulation of their own existences combining with the obligation obtain victory. The commanders had established a decent measure of distance between one another to provide them with equal territory for a short retreat. Their lips were incapable of fastening due to the mass amount of oxygen being practically demanded by them. This was a challenge in itself since the potent scent of death loomed over them to enlighten them of either of their prospects.
Conversion between either parties had been evidently blockaded, primarily King Vejita, since the significance of this battle was scalding itself into his mind. His negative thoughts had fortunately been drowned by the adrenaline and rage spawned from this war. "Humph." Vejita stated with his facial expression being transformed into one of intimidation with wrinkles curving and sprouting all over his auburn face. The wrinkles were definite in amplifying the message that he was relaying to his enemy: fight.
Zarbon's boots were enriched with an unknown source of power, stomping into the bloodied floor of Dante with his fingers curling into his palms. The spherifical design that was composed of his hand was constricted even further while he introduced his utmost strength into the jaw of the former king. The blow was precise in it's coordinates and Vejita's jaw was experiencing an explosion of senses. Simultaneously, his jaw felt as though it had been dismantled with one blow, while his teeth chattered from its power. The Syntech fighter didn't decelerate prior to that offensive, and persistantly commenced to unravel all of his known strengths. Unbeknown to him, Commander Vejita was equally attempting to strategize in this battle, and his muscles swelled from the hatred that brewed in his dimming soul. His knuckles were implanted into Zarbon's cheek bone in a flawless design. The saiya-jin's limb was formed a perfect right angle with his body, and with that format the blow was unparalleled.
"You....think, this is over do you?" The member of the Syntech armies stated with a stagger that could only be contrasted as intoxication. Vejita I resumed his assault with fists being flung forth, but absent with the concern of accuracy. Something had occured however, an unknown occurence seemed to be infecting the arrogance and pleasance that was in his mind. Commands of movements were journeying from his brain to the sensors in his arms, but were discontinued by an unknown power. His pupils were inflated in proportion at the visual before him with his cranium tilting slightly with amazement. Both of the saiya-jin's fist were clasped by the changeling.
It was obvious judging from that accomplishment alone that Zarbon was the superior power in this match, and in that instance he was prevented of further continuing with Zarbon's foot stomping with malicious intent upon the saiya-jin's torso. The blow was capable of so much power, but Vejita had unlocked his most dorment power to neglect being subjected to the floor of Dante. Commander of Dante jerked his cranium backwards swiftly and gazed up above at the changeling. His strands of hair were furiously whipped backwards with only a single strand drooping upon his temple.
His leg swept throughout the region in an unexpected event with Zarbon collapsing to a knee for support once again. King Vejita renounced his position to once again supply his opponent with an ogle, but at this point inching his eyes below him instead. He heaved, and began to bellow such a statement that even it could pierce the reverberation of the war surrounding him. "THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS HERE! YOUR GENERALS LIE UPON THE GROUND OF DANTE OR RETREAT AS COWARDS DO. SURRENDER YOUR SERVICES TO THE DANTE CAUSE OR DEATH WILL BE YOUR LAST GIFT."
King Vejita was bold in his invitation, allowing Syntech soldiers to join the ranks of Dante or would be victim to such a mutilating and shameful demise. Only the demons upon hell could imagine such a revolting destruction, infact.
OOC: Officially offering NPC or PCs, to join the ranks of Dante. tankucumagain
Unfortunately, the saiya-jin warrior was salivating for the blood of this transformer to blemish his defective armor. At this point, he would consider his blood a crown of his butchery and would embrace the unofficial title with admiration. His own blood, however, was all that could be acquired with the thick crimson ooze trickling at a sluggish pace from his lips. In a display of absolute revulsion, his tongue glided delicately to consume it with his lips curling in a delight that was unable to be comprehended by Zarbon.
Both warriors were fatigue with the degree of intensity injected into this battle. All of their endeavors in Dante's Abyss: Conquest were being situated upon this solitary confrontation with the accumulation of their own existences combining with the obligation obtain victory. The commanders had established a decent measure of distance between one another to provide them with equal territory for a short retreat. Their lips were incapable of fastening due to the mass amount of oxygen being practically demanded by them. This was a challenge in itself since the potent scent of death loomed over them to enlighten them of either of their prospects.
Conversion between either parties had been evidently blockaded, primarily King Vejita, since the significance of this battle was scalding itself into his mind. His negative thoughts had fortunately been drowned by the adrenaline and rage spawned from this war. "Humph." Vejita stated with his facial expression being transformed into one of intimidation with wrinkles curving and sprouting all over his auburn face. The wrinkles were definite in amplifying the message that he was relaying to his enemy: fight.
Zarbon's boots were enriched with an unknown source of power, stomping into the bloodied floor of Dante with his fingers curling into his palms. The spherifical design that was composed of his hand was constricted even further while he introduced his utmost strength into the jaw of the former king. The blow was precise in it's coordinates and Vejita's jaw was experiencing an explosion of senses. Simultaneously, his jaw felt as though it had been dismantled with one blow, while his teeth chattered from its power. The Syntech fighter didn't decelerate prior to that offensive, and persistantly commenced to unravel all of his known strengths. Unbeknown to him, Commander Vejita was equally attempting to strategize in this battle, and his muscles swelled from the hatred that brewed in his dimming soul. His knuckles were implanted into Zarbon's cheek bone in a flawless design. The saiya-jin's limb was formed a perfect right angle with his body, and with that format the blow was unparalleled.
"You....think, this is over do you?" The member of the Syntech armies stated with a stagger that could only be contrasted as intoxication. Vejita I resumed his assault with fists being flung forth, but absent with the concern of accuracy. Something had occured however, an unknown occurence seemed to be infecting the arrogance and pleasance that was in his mind. Commands of movements were journeying from his brain to the sensors in his arms, but were discontinued by an unknown power. His pupils were inflated in proportion at the visual before him with his cranium tilting slightly with amazement. Both of the saiya-jin's fist were clasped by the changeling.
It was obvious judging from that accomplishment alone that Zarbon was the superior power in this match, and in that instance he was prevented of further continuing with Zarbon's foot stomping with malicious intent upon the saiya-jin's torso. The blow was capable of so much power, but Vejita had unlocked his most dorment power to neglect being subjected to the floor of Dante. Commander of Dante jerked his cranium backwards swiftly and gazed up above at the changeling. His strands of hair were furiously whipped backwards with only a single strand drooping upon his temple.
His leg swept throughout the region in an unexpected event with Zarbon collapsing to a knee for support once again. King Vejita renounced his position to once again supply his opponent with an ogle, but at this point inching his eyes below him instead. He heaved, and began to bellow such a statement that even it could pierce the reverberation of the war surrounding him. "THE DAWN OF A NEW DAY IS HERE! YOUR GENERALS LIE UPON THE GROUND OF DANTE OR RETREAT AS COWARDS DO. SURRENDER YOUR SERVICES TO THE DANTE CAUSE OR DEATH WILL BE YOUR LAST GIFT."
King Vejita was bold in his invitation, allowing Syntech soldiers to join the ranks of Dante or would be victim to such a mutilating and shameful demise. Only the demons upon hell could imagine such a revolting destruction, infact.
OOC: Officially offering NPC or PCs, to join the ranks of Dante. tankucumagain